Page 22 of Don't Want to Fall
And Ihatethat he’s right.
If I uprooted my entire life for a man I’ve known for two days and then regretted my decision, where would that leave me? I’d be stranded in a small town where the only people I know are the ones connected to Flynn. Though I have a little savings, I’d wipe it out with the move to Montana.
If things didn’t work out with Flynn, I’d be stuck here.
Alone.
So maybe the best thing I can do is get on the plane today and see how I feel in a few days. See howhefeels in a few days. Maybe he’d realize I wasn’t so special after all. Maybe he’d tell me not to come back.
“Everything okay?” Erin asks, catching me in the hallway to my room.
“Hey, you look…better?”
“I am better,” Erin says, her smile reminiscent of the Erin I know and love. Maybe Alanna knew what she was doing, rerouting us to Cinnamon Creek. Erin looks ready to take on the world again.
“You all packed?”
“About that,” Erin says, biting her bottom lip.
I slip my key into the lock, wondering how much trouble I’d be in if I kept the moose keychain as a souvenir. “Come in. I need to get packed.”
“I love this room,” Erin says, admiring the moose décor. “I got stuck with fish.”
“Fish can’t punt your phone into the stream, so there’s that.”
“What’s that?”
“Nothing. Now what did you have to tell me?”
“I’m staying,” Erin says, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as I hurl unfolded clothes into my suitcase. Including the emerald green leggings that are freshly laundered, thanks to Flynn. Damn the rugged mountain man for being a truly good human. This would be so much easier if he was a little bit of a jerk.
“You’re staying a few more days?” I ask, immediately wondering if it would make a difference if I simply extended my stay. What if I gave it another week before I made a life altering decision? Would Flynn be open to that, or would it simply prolong the inevitable?
“I’m not going back to Omaha at all,” she says. “Except to eventually pack up my things. Stormi and I are going to make a road trip out of it.”
“Stormi’s staying too?”
“Yes, but that’s her story to tell.”
“What’syourstory?” I ask her. “Wait, does this have anything to do with the axe I saw you carrying yesterday?” Flynn and I briefly popped into town to grab carry-out after I wasunable to locate Erin at the lodge. We didn’t want any reason to leave his cabin once we arrived. I swore I saw Erin walking down the block with an axe in her hand, but it was too far away to know for sure.
“I promise I’ll tell you everything.Afteryou explain why your ankle is wrapped. Did you get hurt?”
“I tumbled down a hill into a stream,” I answer with a shrug. “That part’s not really important.”
“You’re in love.”
“What’s that now?”
“I knew it,” Erin says, her smile both smug and excited. “It’s written all over your face.”
“Perhaps you’re confusing that look with the freshly fucked glow.” Even heartbroken, I can’t deny the sex was incredible. I had more orgasms in the past two days than I’ve had in the past two years.
“You’re not ready to admit it,” Erin says, unaffected. “That’s okay.”
“I did think about moving here,” I admit, taking a break and dropping into a chair.
“What’s holding you back?”
